A Tangle of Hurt and Happiness - A collection of poetry

Love's Memory

It's not that you're not enough for me,
It's just that enough is something I'll never be.
I am not deserving of you,
I'm sorry to say that that's true.

I have let myself be hurt by love about a thousand times before.
Each time, I have let it go without keeping score.
But now I sit, a shattered mess on the floor.
The girl I used to be is no more.

I'm afraid that if you try to pick up my shattered pieces,
You'll learn that sometimes blood never ceases.
I don't want to cut your palms with the shards of my heart.
I don't want you to carry my same scars.

You know, I sincerely wish
That you had met me before all of this.
Before my heart had to be stitched.
Before love was something that I had to quit.

The worst kind of heartbreak I experienced wasn't romantic.
But now, the thought of a love like that makes me panic.
It's difficult to separate my life from what was hers,
And I worry that doing that would only make it worse.

I feel sorry for anyone who has ever loved me.
I'm not cut out for loving them back, you see.
If I could, I'd leave the past be.
But all I have left of love is its memory.